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Zombie Drabble #142 “Potable”

“Phil.” She was shaking his shoulder. “Phil.”

“What, Christ Deb, I’m sleeping. Leave me alone.”

“Phil, it’s raining. Help me.”

He took a deep breath and grudgingly opened his eyes. “All right, I’m up.”

They put on their coats and started gathering up cans, milk jugs, anything handy. When their arms were full they climbed the stairs up to the roof, where there were already some cans partly filled with rainwater. Phil emptied those into a jug and reset them in place. “What time is it?”